Chapter Twenty Six: Fighting A Friend

My mouth falls open, "You don't really think she's going to marry him do you homes? I mean, she loves papi enough not to move on right?"

Chavo shakes his head, "Lillie...sweetie...it's been years since Uncle Eddie died. Your mami has the right to move on..."

"Not with the man I plan on facing Friday night to get his title! I mean...Chavo...when I first came here, Edge tried to get in my pants one night at a club. He's a rude, crude man." I reply, my voice cracking. I really don't want mami to marry Adam. I still remember when he tried to take advantage of me at the club and Luke and Phil saved me. In fact, it seems as if that has started all of my problems here in the WWE. That and dating Dave. I don't know why but earlier when I saw him I had a bad feeling.

I whipe my forehead with the back of my hand as Chavo says, "You might want to check on mami, just to make sure it's not true."

I nod my head, "I have to go talk to Teddy Long anyways. I have a match in mind for tonight that should be really good."

"Oh and that is?" Chavo asks me as we start walking towards Teddy Long's office.

"I'm going to fight Alex Nooks. It should be a really good match. I heard a lot of good things from that time he fought The Miz and his match last week that I saw a part of was really good."

He nods, "He's got talent. Give him time and he could be fighting to get your future championship."

I smile, "Oh and I forsee problems from you too."

Chavo laughs, "What can I say. Once you get a taste for gold, you never want to be without it again. It's been a long while since they disbanded the Crusierweight championship and I've actually gotten to hold gold. Maybe I'll have to see if I can fight you for the title if you get it."

"You mean when I get it," I cockily say.

"That's my cousin, always looking at the bright side of the page." Chavo laughs, "Well,we're here. You might want to be careful, Michelle McCool and Layla have him livid."

I nod and enter the room. I see Teddy quietly sitting at his desk, going through paperwork. He looks up at me when he hears the door and smiles, "Holla holla playa! Is there something that I can do for you?" If this is Teddy livid, I'd hate to see what Teddy happy is.

"Actually, Mister Long I'd like to talk to you about a match tonight. Is there any way that I can fight Alex Nooks? See, we have a bet going between me, him, Phil Brooks, and John Morrison. Phil and I believe that I can beat him but John and Alex don't think I can." I smile.

Teddy looks at a piece of paper which I assume is the match list for the night, "Sounds good to me. We had you scheduled to fight against John Morrison but all I have to do is switch out people. Are you sure you want to do this?"

I laugh, "Mr. Long this is my last match before I fight Edge. I think I can take down Alex Nooks."

He smiles, "So do I but I wanted to make sure. Have fun playa."

I leave the office with a smile on my face, all I have to do now is wait for my match and I think I can do that.

X X X

I'm standing at the ramp backstage waiting for my match to start in about three minutes. Alex and I had decided to play a best two out of three rock, paper, scissors and I won so that means I get to go out first. "AND IT'S JUST LIKE/THE OCEAN UNDER THE MOON/WELL THAT'S THE SAME AS THE EMOTION THAT I GET FROM YOU/YOU GOT THE KIND OF LOVING THAT COULD BE SO SMOOTH/SO GIVE ME YOUR HEART MAKE IT REAL/OR ELSE FORGET ABOUT IT..." I walk out to screaming fans and smile. I love this feeling. It's the feeling that people think highly of you, that they like you. One sign I see says something about marrying them. People use to hold the exact same signs for my dad. In fact, people use to scream for my dad like they are now. I'm the Guerrero for the next generation of fans. I get into the ring and get onto the turnbuckle, kissing my index and middle finger after making the sign of the cross and pointing up to the ceiling. Well, past the ceiling is my real target.

"STANDING ON THE ROOFTOPS/WAIT UNTIL THE BOMBS DROP/THIS IS ALL WE GOT NOW/SCREAM UNTIL YOUR HEART STOP/NEVER GONNA REGRET/WATCHING EVERY SUNSET/WE'LL LISTEN TO YOUR HEART BEAT/ALL THE LOVE THAT WE FOUND..." starts Alex's song. He's using Rooftops by The Lostprophets, a good song choice for him to. He runs out, doing high knees and smiling at the ring. He runs and baseball slides into the ring, smiling at me. The bell rings and the match begins. Alex holds out one hand for me to shake and I go to shake it. He smirks at me and I irish whip him into the ropes before he can attack me first. I know this game. It's always attack first or be attacked. It's normal in this world. That's why I plan on attacking first. He hits the turnbuckle with force and I run at him, full speed. He lifts a shoulder and it catches me in the gut, causing me to stop in my tracks and stand there, doubling over and holding my gut in pain. While I'm double over, Alex sends a karate chop into the middle of my back and I let out a groan. He definitly hits hard. But what he doesn't see is me grab his ankle and pull down. His back hits the mat and he lets out a grunt.

Alex is laying there on the ground and I grab his legs to grab him into the Boston crab. The best thing to do with a highflyer is to keep them grounded. Alex trains with Rey and John so he's definitly a highflyer. He reaches for the ropes and grabs them, able to force me to break the hold but not before the ref gets to 4. I mean, I have a 5 count and if I can get him weakened so that I can win, I might as well. There is no such thing as a friend in the center of the squared circle. The ref admonishes me and I go back to Alex who slaps me across the face to get back to his feet. I stumble backwards and that allows Alex to get back to his feet. I start back towards him but he hits me with a vicious roundhouse kick. It catches me in the jaw and I fall flat on the mat. He looks at me and goes for the turnbuckle. I wait for him to jump off at me and as he's falling down I roll out of the way. He hits the mat hard. For a moment I feel like I'm dominating him. That would be natural since I've got wrestling in my veins and this is his second singles match. I do the Guerrero shimmy and to go pick Alex up but I'm stopped by another boot, this time to the stomach. He's definitly not going to give up during this fight. I guess it's about more than the bet to him. It's about proving that he can be a contender too. And right now he's not only proving that to the fans but to me as well. He must decide in his head that he needs to keep me grounded because he puts me in a headlock. The ref keeps asking me if I want to give up and I keep telling him no. Finally I manage to land an elbow in Alex's rib and he lets go. I grab him and scoop him up for a slam. He's a cruiserweight so he doesn't weigh much more than I do. He hits the mat and I decide that nows as good a time as ever to go for the Three Amigas. I land one suplex, and then another, and then yet again another. I let go of him and then I run to the turnbuckle. He's laying on the mat and I go for the frog splash. I land it and cover him for the pin. 1! 2!...3! I can't believe I just beat him! I help him up and he smiles at me. "Good match," he whispers in my ear.

"You owe me twenty dollars," I whisper back in his ear.